Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 89 The Third Letter
three days later.
in the afternoon.
Chentang District.
Lin Xian had just left Wang Defa's sales department. They discussed the operation of the bar in the office. In the end, Lin Xian decided to hand over the place to Wang Defa. He wanted to be a hands-off shopkeeper.
After all, he doesn't know much about business, and Wang Defa is also an investor, so taking over the bar is a matter of course.
The elevator bell rang softly, and the first floor arrived.
However, the lobby on the first floor at this moment was different from usual. Instead, it was pitch black without any light. In the middle of this darkness, a winding path slowly extended.
The road to the ghost post office appears again.
After seven days, Lin Xian finally received his third letter, which was also the letter that went up to the second floor.
Five twenty.
He didn't hesitate and walked straight onto the path.
"In four or 10 minutes, the post office will turn off the lights, and I still have a lot of time left."
Arriving in front of the neon-lit post office, he gently pushed open the old-fashioned door and walked in.
This time, he did not meet Zhang Xianguang again, but the hall at the moment was a little lively.
About a dozen people stayed in the lobby of the post office. They were divided into two teams, and they were still arguing, as if they were arguing about something.
"Li Biao, that's all I have to say today. If you dare to take this letter, I promise I won't finish with you."
"Zhou Yue, you also sent a letter. Don't you know the rules here? There are no letters in our room, only in the lobby. Shouldn't you open it and have a look?"
"It's okay to open the letter, but how do you know that the letter in the hall is the letter we need to send? If it is written to those ghosts and kills us, can you take the responsibility?"
"In half an hour, the lights at the post office will be turned off. I can't guarantee that everyone will survive if you open this letter, but if you don't open this letter, I can guarantee that everyone will die here."
The quarrel was still going on, Lin Xian frowned and walked over, the voice was so loud, he could hear clearly what happened.
"Stop arguing. If you don't open this letter, I will open it."
Lin Xian ignored the gazes of the group of people and walked straight to the counter in the lobby. On top, a black envelope was placed strangely.
This letter reveals evil and ominous, it seems that just touching it can bring some kind of terrible danger.
Lin Xian was also stunned for a moment: "A black letter? Letters from the post office seem to be getting harder and harder."
He was about to reach out to the front of the envelope, but a hand snatched the letter one step ahead of him.
"Ok?"
Lin Xian looked at the owner of that hand with gloomy eyes: "Do you want to die?"
The owner of these hands was none other than Zhou Yue, who had been arguing just now and didn't want to open the letter.
"Who are you? The newcomer just stays behind and you can touch this letter?"
Zhou Yue was very unhappy at the moment, he put the letter into his trouser pocket, with an unkind expression on his face.
Lin Xian's eyes moved, and he saw a familiar figure behind this person, Zhao Feng.
The courier who delivered the second letter with him at that time was also the courier on the fifth floor of the future post office.
But now he seems to have found a teammate, and it happens to be Zhou Yue.
"Newcomers? When did the newcomers come to this place? Aren't they always the ten of us?"
Another voice came over, and Li Biao also looked in Lin Xian's direction suspiciously.
Immediately, Lin Xian became the focus of these people's eyes, but Li Biao expressed his approval of Lin Xian's trustworthy attitude, and he did not stop him.
"Brother Zhou Zhou, he is not a newcomer. He has already sent two letters here, and I sent the first letter with him."
Zhao Feng reminded Zhou Yue in a low voice.
However, Lin Xian chose to ignore Zhao Feng. His ghostly hand had stretched out at this time and directly invaded Zhou Yue's body.
"Heart, lungs, liver, kidney, which one do you think is more fragile?" Lin Xian squinted at Zhou Yue in front of him, his palms roaming among the various organs in this man's body.
An indescribable pain appeared on Zhou Yue's face, he only felt that something had entered his stomach and messed it up.
"Brothers, I was blind and made a mistake. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Zhou Yue squeezed out these words from his throat with difficulty and apologized hastily. His eyes were filled with fear. This situation was just like the letter delivery mission he experienced a week ago.
"Give me the letter." Lin Xian ignored it, but said with a blank expression.
"Give it to me, give him that letter quickly, it hurts, it hurts me to death." Zhou Yue knelt on the ground and kept moaning.
Seeing this, Zhao Feng walked up to this person, took out the black letter from his trouser pocket, and handed it to Lin Xian.
Lin Xian glanced at Zhao Feng and said nothing, but silently opened the black letter.
Everyone around them didn't dare to speak when they saw this scene, because they could also see that the person in front of them was unusual.
It looks like a ghost.
With this terrifying ability, these people acquiesced to Lin Xian's actions.
The envelope is similar to the yellow letter sent before, but the black letter is larger and feels colder to the touch.
Inside is also an ordinary white letter paper, but inside, there are many small characters densely written on it.
A total of four messages are recorded.
Rule [-]: Tomorrow night, go to Longhua Intersection Station in Dashen City, take the bus that arrives on time at ten o’clock, and get off after two stops.
Article [-]: All messengers on the first floor must participate.
Article [-]: If you live in the inn for a day, the recipient will appear at midnight.
Article [-]: The letter must be delivered to the recipient before he or she leaves.
The four letter delivery requirements were densely written on a whole piece of letter paper. It was obvious that the difficulty of delivering letters this time was getting more difficult.
Whether it is the number of people, the color of the envelope, or the complexity of delivering the letter, it is much more troublesome than the previous two times. It is hard to imagine what the delivery task will be like when I go to the second and third floors. level.
"Could it be that there have been some changes in the rules of the post office?"
Lin Xian could only imagine this. When Yang Jian entered the post office, Luo Wensong, the ghost who knocked on the door, fell to his death. The rules of the post office were rewritten, and it was completely reduced to a place to deliver letters to ghosts.
Then, regarding the unexpected existence of myself, whether the rules in the post office will remain the same as before, then there is no way of knowing.
"Why is there a whole floor of people delivering this letter? Shouldn't all the letters be delivered by one room or one person?"
At this time, someone also saw the contents on the envelope and raised questions.
Among these people, there are many messengers who have sent two letters, and they still know some information in this regard.
But Lin Xian ignored it, but put away the envelope and went straight back to Room 11.
(End of this chapter)